"What do you call a fat whore?" asked Cameron.
"Uhhh..." said Chro.
"Why would you be asking that?" Grill snapped, flustered.
"I dunno" Cam shrugged. "The other guys were just spaykin' about it is all."
"Wh-Why? Fart Hote? What?" Chro asked squinting his eyes and shaking his head. "Fat Whores, Chro." Replied grill. "Dumb, big ol' fat whores." Grill became very tired then and leaned against the wall, his green sleeveless overshirt, though silly, let him warm his arm against some toasty stone.
"Yeah." said Cam, plainly. "We came up with one. That Richard from the gold semi helped us come up with it." Grill's left eye, previously closed against the wall, snapped open and traced its way to Cam's face. "Woah. They're back? That didn't take long." Chro said. Grill shuddered to his feet. "This was like four hours ago." said Cam. "They're probably still about. I just figgered you guys knew." Cam shrugged.
"Well..."Grill started, but was cut off by Chro. "Wait. Now I'm interested in this name you came up with." Grill smirked, leaning his back against the wall. It was a warm day to be peddling Pharmaceuticals on a street corner. A customer sidled up to Chro, who deflected him to a fat fifteen year old boy about 20 feet away, pocketing some bills. "Kay. So we got thinkin', fat whore, probably more popular on the internet, right?" "Uh huh" said Grill. Chro nodded. "Kay. So she'd be hosted somewheres, and that Richard guy, he says...'Vimeo'. And we're like '
shit!', cause we all jus' go, Jumblow Vimeo!" Cam did a little jig.
Grill had a pained look on his face. Chro was laughing. "Aahh...Jumblow?" said Grill, smirking. "Oh, that's great. Fuckin' dumbo and shit." he and Chro laughed until they coughed, then. And then they had some water.
